I went for a quick walk after dinner. As soon as I got home Ian said, "I haven't even told the kids this... but I think there is something under the sink. I heard it scrabbling around."
Foolishly I said, "Oh. I'll go catch it... we need a pet mouse."
Ian said, "I think it had a long tail."
I didn't get the hint.
I opened the cabinet under the sink and saw nothing. I start taking everything out, piece by piece, and I saw something in the left-hand side out of the corner of my eye. I grabbed a small bucket and prepared to catch it. Imagine my surprise when a LARGE, BROWN RAT ran out at me! I started screaming. The kids started shrieking in terror in the next room thinking whatever it was attacked me. The rat retreated into our bedroom and settled under OUR BED.
After a long chase (that was a cross of a Laurel and Hardy movie and the scene from Princess Bride) I shooed the rat out onto our back porch and out the back door. Man... those things can climb up the wall in the corner of the room... it almost fell on me at one point. Then we had to clorox everything under the sink. Seal the sink cabinet with spray foam. Wash the clothes we were wearing on sanitize. Bleh. What a crappy evening...
I blame Ian. He made dinner tonight - a delicious pot of collard greens cooked with organic, applewood smoked bacon. It smelled SO good that the dog sat pleadingly the entire time Ian was cooking and the entire time we were eating. It must have smelled so good that the rat couldn't help himself and came inside. Maybe it was Remy...